Never, never trust a man who mixes his Romantic poets.
It forces my involvement, forces my effort to fill in the gaps - while filling me up with its images until there is no room for me.
I can't hear its words; I don't understand its words.
My deafness and my ignorance tell me all I need to know.
It's an "American West" I don't know but know is true.
With the gaping spaces, the claustrophobia, and the thirst, it squeezes out of the myths whatever truths those myths obscure.
(For any interested, my introduction on 5/6/18 to Meek's Cutoff for the Pickford Film Center's West of What?! Westerns series: seattlescreenscene.com/2018/05/07/meeks-cutoff-kelly-reichardt-2010/ )
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Random (very spoilery) notes:
-The title/place name is oddly specific for such a nondescript town/place. Why the title? Is the town name important? Is it a small town? Large town? Small enough for one character to know about another character’s illness, but too big for hospital staff to know they shouldn’t put the perpetrator of violence in the same room with the victim of his violence? (But also, the hospital is so small-town they don’t have a separate burn unit?)…
She's adorably sweet (but super sexy in a hot little work uniform number)
She's totally into you the moment she lays eyes on you (but, you know, not in a slutty way)
Her interests exactly align with yours (she might tell you about a new song but she'll glow over your amazing tastes)
She's immediately sympathetic with you (not nasty and suspicious of men like some women)
She's wonderfully innocent (but totally down for a bit of crime on the…